Stone Already, Tiny?
Medusa looks at Tiny and sees her own work done for her. 'Stone already, Tiny? I like that,' she says, and, 'Stone-cold heart.
My kind of man.' When they stand apart her gaze has less to do. 'I thought my gaze might turn you to flesh.' 'From stone to statue.' Tiny had hoped for something else from her. 'Aw, Medusa,' he says over her, 'I thought you were gonna help me make friends.' She has not offered to.
- Medusa
- Tiny
